Golden

Mateo could not make it back to his cottage fast enough after the party had ended and he’d gotten a full report from the security team. No major incidents, for which he was thankful. But now he was far more thankful to be going home to his domme. 

As soon as he was inside and the door was locked behind him, Mateo started pulling off his suit. “I’m back,” he called out, just so Elle wouldn’t have to be frightened by the commotion he was causing. “And I’ll be ready for you in a couple minutes. Just like you asked…”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” Mateo choked out, his cheeks beginning to tinge red. “I understand.” He bit his lip, already thinking of all of the possibilities of later that night. “I’ll, uh - I’ll see you soon then. After. Y’know, for when you come to place.” He was beginning to stutter all over his words at her command. “You should, uh, have fun, y’know - keep having fun. I’ll be here and around..”

Mateo let out a small laugh. “Yes, ma’am, I am a little smug…” He’d heard her crying out his name too many times now not to be. “You could, if you wanted. I know I’m in this job and technically in this family, but I’m yours first.” The Romanos would likely change their opinion of him a dozen times, but he knew Elle was steadfast and so was he. “Or when I get home, I can come in on my knees for you…”

“A birthday surprise for me?  It’s not one I have to be sober to get is it?  Coz if it is it might have to wait a little while!”

“Never! As long as you’re being safe then I’m happy with drunk you.” Elle grinned and handed over an envelope containing reservation details for a weekend stay in Milan for both Rosa and Tru. The trip would involve a hotel stay and a spa visit, on Elle.

Paolo: Hey stranger.

Paolo: How are things?

Elle: Slow, which I'm surprisingly loving.

Elle: It's comfortable.

Mateo shrugged. “You could. But you won’t. I’ll make sure my jaw is nice and loosened up by the time the party’s over.” He opened his mouth wide and closed it a couple times, just to prove his point, and smirked once he was done. “But if I do got to wait, it’ll be worth it. I could wake you up tomorrow morning with a orgasm if you want me to…”

“You seem pretty sure of yourself, Tesoro.” Her hands moved to rest on his shoulders, and she struggled with the urge to push him to his knees right there. “Almost smug. Maybe I should be punishing you instead of teasing you,” she said with a raised eyebrow. “You have no idea how tempting it is to order you onto your knees right now.”

Mateo was happy to ignore his responsibilities for a few moments so that he could kiss her back. But as she teased him, making him think of her getting herself off in one of the empty rooms, he couldn’t help but groan.

“It would be very, very hard,” Mateo murmured, shaking his head as he kissed her right back. “But I’d also be satisfied knowing all it’s gonna do is rile you up. By the time I get done tonight you’ll be ordering me to finish you off right.” He smirked, looking altogether a bit smug and overly pleased with himself.

The groan that came from Mateo was a sweet reward for Elle. In the end it was the both of them getting teased, but she couldn’t help herself. Not when she had the most handsome man in the room in her arms. “Oh, is that so?” To be fair, she had been singing praises of his mouth for long enough now that she couldn’t blame him for being proud of himself. He’d earned it. “Maybe I’ll get myself off while you’re working and go to bed. I might be very tired after such an exciting evening, you know. You might have to wait until morning to get anything out of me.”

Luan’s face split into a huge, proud grin as the drawing was praised.  It was so rare for someone to see her art that receiving compliments for it were a rarity too.  “Well ummm… you’re really pretty M-Miss, so… so it’s easy to make it b-beautiful,” she admitted, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink.  “Would ahh… w-would you like it?  When it’s finished I m-mean.  I… I could give it to you if you like?”

“You’re such a sweetheart, but you’re not giving yourself nearly enough credit. Pretty or not, I couldn’t make a picture of me look even remotely that good.” Elle let a finger trace the edge of the page, careful not to get near the drawing itself. “I was just about to ask if I could purchase this from you. Would you be willing to part with it? If not, could I commission one from you? I’d love to have this hanging in my office.”

“I’ll be all yours to fuck however you want in just a couple more hours,” Mateo promised, brushing his lips gently to hers again. As Elle pulled back to look at him, he felt his heart swell in his chest. “I love you, Eloisa,” he said quickly, reaching up gently touch the edge of her mask. “And I’m very happy I’m yours, Regina. I’m all yours.” His hand dropped so his fingers could lightly trace along her jaw, careful as not to disturb her makeup. 

Mateo gave his domme another big smile. “You can sneak out early, y’know, if you want. You got my key. My place is yours too.”

Mateo always touched her with a reverence that she adored. Had anyone ever cared for her the way he seemed to? Elle didn’t think so. Leaning forward, she brought her lips to his and kissed him deeply. He had a job to do that evening but she had a feeling he could be spared for another moment more. She pulled him close and hummed, pressing her body flush against his. “And miss out on seeing you work? Not a chance. Although it might be tempting to find an empty room here and get myself off. Would it be hard for you to work, knowing that I was touching myself?” She smirked teasingly and kissed him again.

“I definitely do. I’m still confused about why in the hell you agreed to have dinner with me, but I ain’t complaining about it for a second,” Mateo replied, fondly remembering the day she was talking about. As Elle stepped closer, he carefully wrapped his arms around her waist, taking care not to mess up her intricate dress. “Fuck your trainer,” he said playfully, letting out a small groan as her teeth gently nipped his neck. “God, I’m so ready for this party to be over…”

“I saw something in you,” she said simply. Still, she hadn’t known how much he would end up meaning to her. Elle laughed at his words and shook her head. “I’d much rather fuck you. As soon as this party is over, actually. If I could get away with doing it now I would.” Her arms moved to rest on his shoulders and she pulled away enough to catch his gaze. “I’m so proud of you, Tesoro. So proud that I can tell everyone that you’re mine.”

“Well, you’re the most beautiful woman here by a landslide,” Mateo said again, matter-of-factly. He grinned and leaned in to kiss her again as her slid through his hair. “I’m sorry I’m stuck working tonight,” he murmured when they broke apart. He’d managed to keep himself content with these small breaks here and there, but it wasn’t enough. “Promise I’ll make up this weekend. I’ll go down and buy all the good half-off candy I can find. Then we can spend the weekend in bed with candy and I’ll get you some wine with it too.” 

“Mm. Good boy. Remember when I tried this dress on for you?” Elle smiled fondly at the memory. When they met she had no idea that he would be the one she would end up wanting to claim. “Don’t be sorry. Although I like that idea of the candy and wine. My trainer might not, but I think it’ll be worth it.” She laughed and stepped closer to Mateo. She knew he would have to get back to work soon, but she couldn’t quite help herself. Her lips wandered to his neck where she bit teasingly and left a smudge of lipstick.

Mateo blushed as his domme complimented him. “You should definitely tell me that later…” he murmured, voice low so only she could hear him. His lips cracked into a smile before he leaned in to steal a quick kiss from her. “Mostly I’m pissed that I got taken away from my prime spot to watch you. Have I told you that you’re the most beautiful woman here by a landslide?”

Mateo was, admittedly, a little jumpy. This was the first event in which he’d taken over as head of security, the first time he’d be judged. That his team would be judged. So if he was quick to snap, could anyone really blame him?

And he was truly ready to snap when he spotted a guest leaving the party area and sneaking through the doors just outside of it. He quickly radioed a member of his team, but opted to respond himself when his security responded they were on a bathroom break. “I swear to fucking God…” Mateo murmured as he pushed through the crowd, following after the errant guest.

“Hey, you really can’t be back here,” Mateo said after he slipped past the doors after them. “C’mon, I’ll escort you back to the party.”

Elle had been talking to an acquaintance near the door when she saw Mateo going after someone sneaking off. The person she had been speaking too wandered off in search of another drink, leaving Elle to watch the scene as much as she could. When Mateo was back in the main room she smirked and stood a little taller. “Well that was hot,” she said bluntly. “Or should I wait and tell you that later?” 

“Well that is a spectacular mask. Absolutely suits you. We appreciate you coming.” Silvius assured as he held out a flute of champagne to the recently arrived guest. “For you.”

“Why thank you, My Lord. I’m flattered, and more than happy to be here.” She took the glass with a smile. “I hope you’re enjoying your evening. Thank you again for the invitation.”